V-I-C-K-Y
The sound of her name makes the little kids cry
Aaaahhhh
Oh Vicky you're so, so icky
Just the thought of being around you makes me oh so
sicky
Hey Vicky won't you please explain
Why you get so much enjoyment out of causing kids
pain
Oh oh oh
A chick who's just plain mean
A sour sweet sixteen
She's a fire-breathing dragon in a pair of black jeans
Ewwww
Ewwww
Hey Vicky won't you tell us true
How'd we ever get the bad luck to be stuck with you
Oh Vicky can we say one thing
It's your super total yuckiness that makes us want
to sing
Icky Vicky
Ew ew
Icky Vicky
Ew ew
Icky Vicky
Icky Vicky, oh